Miss Caprice by St. George Rathborne
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A Frenchman has charge, and upon his vision there suddenly bursts a
dusty figure, with hair destitute of covering, and clothing awry, a figure that has leaped from a horse bathed in sweat; a figure he imagines has broken loose from some mad-house, yet which upon addressing him shows a wonderful amount of coolness. "Are you the agent of the stage line?" is the first question fired at him. "I am Monsieur Constans. I have ze charge of ze elegant equipage line zat you speak of as one stage," returns the Frenchman. "You remember my passing through here a little while ago, bound for Algiers?" "_Parbleu!_ zat is so. I am astonish. What for are you back on ze horseback, too. _Mon Dieu!_ have ze robbers been at it again? Ten souzan fury, and ze _cadi_ promise zat we have no more trouble wif zem." At the mention of the word John experiences a sudden chill, remembering that he has left Lady Ruth and Aunt Gwen upon the loneliest part of the road to Algiers; but becomes somewhat reassured when it also crosses his memory that the gallant professor and the soldier hero of Zulu battles are there to defend them. "You are mistaken. The miserable vehicle has broken down," he says. "_Ciel!_ is zat all?" "All! Confound your impudence, and isn't it enough when two ladies are |
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